#[ niffty; visage. ]

[gctchell]

This post acts as both an interest check point and a tag dump for Niffty. Please leave a 🧹 in the replies (and for multis, the muses you're interested in having her interact with), or like this post if you have interest in interacting with her!

[ niffty; visage. ]

[ niffty; ic. ]

[ niffty; musings. ]

[ niffty; aesthetics. ]

[ niffty; headcanons. ]

[ niffty; interests. ]

[ niffty; style. ]

[ niffty; bonds. ]

[von-eldritch]

//Well, I did say there was gonna be a winner

@hellishlyclean

[crimsonfacets]

This post acts as both an interest check and a tag dump for Niffty. Please leave a 🧹 in the replies (and for multis - muses you're interested in having her interact with), or like this post, if you have interest in interacting with her! Her wiki can be found here.

『  niffty / ic.  』    ❝ it's been a while since I made new friends. ❞

『  niffty / visage.  』    ❝ she's a demon ; she's a devil ; she's a doll! ❞

『  niffty / insp.  』    ❝ a girl could get somewhere in spite of obsessive tendencies and nasty contingencies. ❞

『  niffty / aes.  』    ❝ look at this stuff! isn't it neat?? ❞

『  niffty / interests.  』    ❝ and it's off to the races! ❞

『  niffty / hc.  』    ❝ she can keep on knockin' but she can't come in. ❞

『  niffty / style.  』    ❝ spiffy and niffty! ❞

『  niffty / bonds.  』    ❝ elvis is my daddy ; marilyn's my mother ; lucifer's my bestest friend. ❞

[statiicstag]

[ @damnedrainbows ]

Out to lunch

[statiicstag]

[ tag dump ]

[hellrazers]

//Niffty tag dump!

[sweetsaladpainterranch]

I just binged your Challenges of raising a demon in a day and I love how wholesome it is <3 Your last entry was great too. Like when Al tossed reader off the bed XD...can you ppplllleeeaaaassssseee write it from Alastor's POV?

Thanks, much love!

Hey again Anon 🙂

sounds really interesting so let's try it lol

...

It was approximately 1 am at the Hazbin Hotel by the time Alastor managed to walk into his shared suite to find the lights in the bedroom off and that you had already put your fawn to bed in the ajoining room. The you shaped lump on the bed stirred slightly so he quickly, but silently, made his way to the bathroom to rid himself of the day's stench.

A heavy sigh huffed through his nose as red chunks of viscera easily melted away from his skin in the hot shower. Knowing you'd disprove, he had only told you that he'd be away into the late evening on overlord business in the city and to not wait up for him. Truth is that he went to hunt down the cretins that had whistled and made lewd remarks about you a day earlier. He found out from Niffty, who had accompanied you to the grocery store, and it had made his bood boil.

No one may talk to The Radio Demon's mate in such a disrespectful manner, though he was more than willing to make examples should anyone need reminding.

Coming back to the bedroom, Alastor took a moment to look down onto your beautiful visage laying surrounded by a halo of your curly hair. Your face was completely serene and he could see how well the thin nightgown clung tightly to your more endowed features. He felt, as he always did in these quiet moments, a strong sense of pride that this goddess had accepted his proposal to mate.

Your husband slid into the crimson sheets and leaned over to gently brush his fingers over the wedding band on your slender finger, however, you stirred again and turn away from him on your side. Now that he could clearly see your curves, Alastor couldn't stop himself from reaching out to drag his claws slowly down your side to better feel your plush shape.

But it still wasn't enough.

He found his arms slipping possessively around you as he settled his body close to the soft skin of your back and inhaled your neck. An excited smile cut into his face as the smell of pomegranate and cedar wafted from his wife directly to his crotch. God, you always smelled delightfully of nature. Sweet and dignified, yet wild and unpredictable.

It didn't take long before his excitement made itself physically known and he snapped away his confining clothing, so that, his entire body could press against his beloved doe. You awoke from the feel of his alternate head standing at attention and eagerly sought his lips upon turning in his arms. Alastor felt hands wandering ever downward until you grazed his pelvic bone with a sigh when you understood that he hid nothing from you. He couldn't help but smirk at the blush on your cheeks as your doe eyes looked into his own.

You were still so adorable and his heart skipped a beat when you whined for another kiss ❤️

Alastor, mind fogged by loving lust, completely melted into his mate's sweet sounds and needy touches as he happily reciprocated. You had begun straddling him as he had finally had enough of your nightgown and began to thread it over your stomach when you suddenly froze.

He didn't understand why you whipped your gaze away from him until his blood deprived ears picked up the sound of a pacifier. He's ashamed to admit that he panicked and immediately pushed you off his lap, however noticing that he was too forceful and his goddess was yeeted over the bedside.

But before he could ask if you were alright, the tiny deerling intruder had already began climbing her way up onto the bed.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Ffffuuuucccckkkkk!

He was explicitly aware that his body was completely uncovered still, except for the blanket that did little to hide his persistent arousal, and quickly snapped on a set of pajamas.

"E-Evie, my darling.", he hated how his voice trembled, "What is it that brings you here so late?"

His only answer was a weak whine as his daughter rubbed her tear stained cheeks, but his instincts picked up on how her ears were folded back and she slightly folded in on herself to seem small.

"Was it another nightmare, sweetheart?", Alastor knew which one and had experienced it himself several times. Deer demon often dreamt of predators lurking around them and of being eaten alive if caught. He could only assume it was because prey animals needed to stay sharp even when asleep. Though, his heart broke for his daughter just the same and he was about to take her into his arms when you had crossed the room to do the same.

In the end, the Radio Demon didn't mind falling asleep wrapped around the two most important people in his life. In fact, he had never felt more at peace than when holding his girls and knowing they were protected in his arms.

...

If this Anon is who I think it is, then I'm pleased to have spent a little extra time on your request and I appreciate you taking the time to send me these asks. 🙂

I really hope you enjoyed reading!

-SSPR

[heliacalxrising]

@damnedrainbows

He just likes to help 💜......

🟢Commissions Open!!

[seramilla]

(Hehehehehe two little critters were in the mood for angst…but feel free to turn it into something wholesome)

For the Emily Stays in Hell au

How did Emily react to her sister’s new visage, clearly she would be shocked because they last time they saw each other was at the meeting that was merely a facade. The very meeting where she thought Sera had undermined and humiliated her, thinking she was part of the set up. Yet to see Sera in hell, Fallen, is a shock to her. Her sister, the high seraph, the paragon of heavenly appearance and attitude, now lying before her…battered, bloodied, and broken…why now?

“Sera, is that really you? Wh–what happened??”

And how does Sera react to seeing Emily looking at her?

Her big sister laying in bed…injured, weak, and pathetic. She can’t let Emily see her like this, she is too ashamed of herself for so many things…for giving her reasons to believe she would trick her, for not standing up for her sooner, and for not being able to sway the elders minds. She is a sham of a sister and cocoons herself in her new bat-like wings. Her sister should not have to look at her as she deserves better than the monstrous beast she’s become…

No…

This is what she has always been, she just no longer has excuses and “divine rules” to hide behind anymore. She can’t look at her sister, her perfect little sister. Sera curls in on herself filled with self loathing and disgust. The overwhelming urge to vomit burns in the back of her throat but there’s nothing to expel. She wishes she could just disappear so Emily wouldn’t have to see her like this, to see her at ALL. She can only mumble an apology to Emily over and over again balled up and hidden in her cocoon of wings as black tears stream down her face. This is what she deserves…to suffer alone without anyone seeing.

Since I'm answering this one after @xellas-the-wanderer and @tanema have already made their art contributions, this entry has a fun little twist. Have some wholesome angst!

Carmilla doesn't let Emily see her sister for days. Charlie had brought Emily straight back to the Hazbin Hotel after she'd fallen, where she'd recovered for several days, getting used to her new body, learning to stand and walk again on her own two sets of deer-like hooves, and acclimating to the strange way in which her new eyes perceive the world. It took her 3 days to get back on her feet. A week to subdue the new demonic features that her body now possesses. At least 2 weeks to start to hide her new wings, and retract her horns into her head, so that her upper half has a more or less human-like appearance. When she's not angry or overcome with emotion, anyway.

The hooves are a different story. Her eyes will never be the same again -- a deep, sunken black in appearance, allowing her to see many more finer details than she ever could as an angel. She can see a fleck of dust drifting by like it's nothing. Notices insects and small creepy crawlies with almost predatory precision. Has to fight her baser instincts against the thrill of the hunt.

Emily doesn't want to hurt or kill anything. Not really. But the urge to chase and observe things up close is overwhelming. Her rounded ears twitch at every little sound; her tufted tail swishing back and forth haphazardly, when she's laser focused on something interesting. Vaggie had given her an awfully strange look, as she crawled along the floor after a cockroach with Niffty. She and the hotel maid have found a common interest in bugs recently. That is... something she'll have to get used to, she supposes. Demon features are so random and weird.

Sera had fallen not long after Emily did. But Carmilla had taken the Seraphim straight to her compound, and hadn't told her for days! Carmilla found Sera in a fashion similar to the way Charlie had found her -- transformed and changed beyond recognition. Except, Sera's body had already made impact with the ground. She hadn't faired nearly as well as Emily in the descent. Hadn't had the benefit of the princess of Hell to help break her fall.

Sera is hurt...badly. Carmilla admits she regrets not telling her sooner, but she hadn't wanted to worry Emily. Especially since Emily is still so angry with her sister, for seemingly letting her fall into the pit on her own, despite all of Emily's and Charlie's best efforts to convince the elders that redemption is possible.

Despite these complicated circumstances...and despite the sense of betrayal and abandonment that she feels, Emily is still curious, even so. How had Sera fallen? Was she pushed like Emily had been? Did Heaven kick her out? That would make the most sense. She'd been conspiring with a traitor, which Emily is considered now, after all. She wouldn't be surprised if they'd abandoned her too, regardless of her current loyalties.

What's worse, Carmilla won't let Emily see Sera for days. Explains that her sister is in a very bad way. She needs time to heal, and process, and fears that Emily's presence would only make things worse for her. It's agonizing, knowing Sera is down here with her, but unable to see it with her own eyes. Unable to get answers. Emily's patience is tested like never before. She almost breaks into the Carmine estate herself, but eventually, Carmilla lets her in. Emily almost wishes that she hadn't, after she sees the sight waiting for her there.

Carmilla had just given Sera her bed. It's been difficult enough getting Sera to break out of the shock of her falling, so Carmilla's familiar presence beside her at night is undoubtedly some comfort. When Emily enters Carmilla's room, she almost thinks there is an animal lying on its side on Carmilla's bed. The sight of golden fur, leathery wings, and feathers of various shades poke out among a plethora of bloody bandages. More than half of the body in front of her is covered with them. When Emily comes around to face the creature, a familiar but distorted face is visible beneath a pair of massive, twisted horns.

Regardless of the curious visage, the person before her is undoubtedly her sister. Her breathing is ragged, and her three sets of mismatched wings quake behind her as she breathes rapidly in fits and starts. She's asleep, though it's not a restful affair. Emily almost turns around and leaves, too stunned to process the sight in front of her, and also not wanting to wake Sera out of any much-needed rest.

She's not fast enough, though. As if sensing her presence, Sera breathes deeply several times, and then opens her eyes. It takes a minute for those cat-like slivers in her orbs to adjust to the sight of Emily standing there. They become more circular and expand in the low light of the room as realization strikes. Sera blinks several times, and then jerks into a half-sitting position on the bed. Emily's presence has startled her, and Emily might have apologized and adopted a swift exit if Sera's eyes hadn't pierced directly into her, and her name hadn't escaped past those menacing, pointed fangs in her mouth.

It's Sera, all right. That pained, anguished sound emerging from her parched throat is proof enough of that.

"Emily! What--is that you--? No...no, please! You shouldn't be here! Oh god, please don't look at me like this!"

Sera turns over swiftly in the bed, facing away from Emily, her wings encasing her form in a protective barrier, arms and claws coming over her head to hide her face. The former Seraphim also tucks a scaled, scorpion-like tail close to her body, trying to hide that part of herself, too. The only pieces of her left visible are her pawed feet and those sharped, twisted horns, which almost seem to curve back in on each other. A steady stream of "No, no, please, no, I'm so sorry" leaks out of Sera's mouth as a full-blown panic attack takes over. She's trembling. She's frightened.

At that moment, an overwhelming sense of regret and guilt overtakes the younger Seraphim, and all previous notions of betrayal and humiliation at her sister's hand are pushed out of Emily's mind. Sera is hurt. She's in pain, ashamed and unyielding in her desire to hide herself from her sister. Emily's never seen Sera in such a state before. She's still confused...angry...but she also wants to comfort her, too. Sera has always done the same for her, when she was feeling small and afraid. Emily moves closer, to sit beside her older sister on the bed. She places her clawed hand on the back of a smooth, leathery wing, which jumps beneath her touch.

"Emily, please don't look at me like this," Sera barely manages to utter between harsh spurts of breath. She wraps her wings and tail even more tightly around her body, if that's possible. "I'm sorry! Please! I'm hideous! You can't see me like this! I don't want you to see!"

Oh, Sera, Emily thinks, finally coming to terms with the fact that something horrible has happened to her brave elder sister. Something that has irrevocably shattered her spirit.

The person in front of her is a broken, wretched shell of a person, unable to show her face even to the one she's always trusted most in the world. Emily crawls onto the bed, those annoying new instincts of hers completely clouding her angelic judgement that what her sister usually says, goes without question. She ignores that notion completely. The mattress shifts beneath her, and she practically unravels Sera's wings from around her body, peeling them away from her flesh like the skin off a piece of fruit.

Sera fights her. But Emily uses newfound strength she hadn't realized she could wield until now. She just needs Sera to look at her. To see her face. To understand that, despite her ability to hide it better, they are both one and the same now. Smaller horns sprout from Emily's forehead. The pupils in her eyes completely disappear, leaving a sea of black sclera. Emily's violet and gold wings unfurl from her back, as smoothly as water, and she uses them similarly to Sera's, encasing both of them in a protective barrier all her own. Helping her sister hide, for what it's worth.

She leans down to give Sera a half-hug from behind, letting her sister feel her new feathers against her flesh, along with her sister's comforting embrace. She hopes that much, at least, is still familiar to her.

"Sera. Hey. Look at me. Sera, look at me!"

"No!" Sera tries to twist away. But in her weakened state, it doesn't take much for Emily to hold her fast against the front of her body. Sera accidentally rasps a clawed hand against Emily's exposed arm, trying to reach around and dislodge her, drawing golden blood. But Emily ignores it. She doesn't even feel it.

"No, Emily...I can't! I won't!"

"Yes, you can. You can do it. Look at me."

"Why?! Why must you torment me so?"

"Because I need you to see me!"

Sera sobs, finally giving up the fight. She buries her face into the pillow beneath her head, tears soaking into the soft fabric. She cries out, pleading, "Aren't you ashamed of me?!"

God, Sera really knows just how to rip Emily's heart open without even trying. Emily feels her sister's broken cries as her body shakes beside her, wracked with despair. There is a pulling at some tender, sensitive place inside Emily's chest, that she'd almost been able to ignore, overcome with her own rage for the last several days.

But not now. Not anymore. Why was she even so angry before? What exactly had been so important about stewing in her own self-righteous anger? It's not like there is any coming back from this, now.

Having enough of this failed negotiation, Emily decides to just crawl over her sister's prone body, until she's lying next to her, facing her on the bed, and Emily can grab the High Seraphim's cheeks between her small claws, and do the uncomfortable task of making Sera actually look at her, finally. Really make her see her for what she is now.

Sera tries to forcefully keep her eyes closed, fangs trembling against her lower lip as fresh tears fall from under soft lashes. But Emily refuses to let her conceal herself anymore.

"Look at me right now. I've been down her longer than you. Don't think I can't make you."

That seems to be enough of an incentive for Sera, who finally, finally, lets her eyes slowly blink themselves open. Emily can finally witness Sera's pained expression for the first time, without the fruitless hiding, and the moment that the realization of Emily's similar predicament finally hits, Sera starts looking at her with something resembling surprise, and pity, as well.

Sera is suddenly no longer feeling sorry for herself. Seeing Emily's eyes, and ears, and horns...and her wings, which are still trying to wrap around them both. Sera is finally looking at her. Taking her in. In all her twisted, angelic-animal-demon glory. Sera grabs her face, now. Tentatively feeling along the edge of Emily's small horns. Rubbing Emily's cheeks and forehead, getting a good impression of her with her clawed hands, as her little sister's rounded ears and night-black eyes focus all their attention on her.

Emily smiles. It's a pained attempt, but it's the best she can muster under the circumstances.

"See?" Emily asks quietly, barely above a whisper, since her face is so close to Sera's. "We're the same now. You don't have to hide from me. Ever."

The dam breaks. All of Sera's pent-up frustration and sadness is let loose as the High Seraphim wails. She pulls Emily tighter against her body, drawing her sister into a rough, close approximation of a hug. As best as they both can manage, with the new and confusing features of their bodies in the way. But neither of them care. Emily lets Sera hold her, and holds her sister tightly in return, basking in each other's presence.

To say that relief washes over them both would be an understatement. All Emily remembers for the rest of the night is Sera holding her close, until both of them finally fall asleep encased in the familiarity of each other's arms. Together, in one piece, and finally whole again. With or without Heaven, Emily vows to never question or second guess her sister's love for her again. There is no going back now, anyway.

Fuck Heaven. Fuck the elders. They will be perfectly fine on their own.

[seven-circlllxs]

Written In Blood {Tag Masterlist}

Non-Character Tags

Whispers from Purgatory [OOC] - Out of Character posting

Ashes to Ashes [Ashy Speaks] - Admin talk

I Think I'm Supposed To Be Bodyguarded Right Now [Rules] - Posts containing rules/standards of interaction

Take A Peek In The Guestbook [Info] - Posts that have important information

Very Important Research Pictures [Art] - Art from other blogs (not made by mun)

Whiteboard Planning Presentations [My Art] - Art made by me!

The Lesser Key of Solomon [Headcanons] - Posts that contain my own headcanons or reblogged posts of headcanons that I subscribe to

All The Shades Of Sin [Aesthetics] - Character Aesthetics or Aesthetics that match Muses

Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow [Quotes and Musings] - Quotes or Posts that make Mun think about specific Muses

Who’s That At Your Table? [Promo] - Promo posts!

Oh My FUCK [Suggestive] - Suggestive content, nothing purely NSFW

Not Safe For Voxtagram [NSFW] - NSFW Posts (ALL NSFW posts will also have separate NSFW and NSFT tags!)

(Pending) [Self-Reblog] - Self-reblogged posts!

That Slutty Toy Clown Had It Coming [Shitposts] - Shitposts

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Prompt/Starter Tags

New Rhythm and A New Hook {Memes/Starters} - Ask Memes and Starter Prompts

I'll Sell Every Single Weakness Back To You For A Fee [Answered Asks] - Answered Ask Memes

Tag You're It [Tagged Prompts]

Right Here In Hell At The Happy Hotel [Open Starters]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Muse Tags

Bullet Points are Muse-Specific Art Tags

Don't Touch That Dial! {Alastor} - Standard AU Alastor

This Face Was Made For Radio // Alastor // Visage

Frigid Royal Bitch {Andrealphus} - Standard AU Andrealphus

[Pending]

Bang Bang Bang Is The Only Shot For Me {Arackniss} - Standard AU Arackniss

Killer In The Mirror // Arackniss // Visage

In Desire We Trust {Asmodeus} - Standard AU Asmodeus

Make Sure The Subject Is Gettin' It On // Ozzie // Visage

Not Your Barbie Girl {Barbie Wire} - Standard AU Barbie

Bitch I Am One Throw A Tantrum // Barbie // Visage

You've Got Me In Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea {Baxter} - Standard AU Baxter

[Pending]

I Am A Snake Head Eating The Head On The Opposite Side {Boris} - Standard AU Boris

[Pending]

Always Chasing Rainbows {Charlie} - Standard AU Charlie Morningstar

The Devil's Princessa // Charlie // Visage

Short Fuse {Cherri} - Standard AU Cherri Bomb

Hello World I'm Your Wild Girl // Cherri // Visage

Flying Purple Paperweight {Collin} - Standard AU Collin

Who Wants A Lamby Lamby Lamby // Collin // Visage

Sweet Beautiful Soul Saving Joy {Emily} - Standard AU Emily

Dance Along The Light Of Day // Emily // Visage

Money Can't Buy Happiness But Guaranteed I'm Worth The Price {Glam} - Standard AU Glam

Special Occasion Splurge On The Urge // Glam // Visage

Royal Flush {Husk} - Standard AU Husk

You're All Scotch No Soda // Husk // Visage

Your Bite's Worse Than Your Bark {Loona} - Standard AU Loona

Running With The Wolves // Loona // Visage

Seven-Ring Circusmaster {Lucifer} - Standard AU Lucifer Morningstar

Where The Runaways Are Running The Night // Lucifer // Visage

Modern Major Murderer {Lute} - Standard AU Lute

Down Under We Don't Take No Prisoners // Lute // Visage

M A M A B O Y {Moxxie} - Standard AU Moxxie

Lovely Little Monster // Moxxie // Visage

Run Little Girl Run Little Girl Bang {Mrs. Mayberry}

[Pending]

Baby You've Got The Keys Now Shut Up And Drive {Travis} - Standard AU Travis

It's Calm In My Head As A High Speed Chase // Travis // Visage

Radio Killer {Vox} - Standard AU Vox

Now You're Playing With Power // Vox // Visage

Along Comes A Spider {Zestial} - Standard AU Zestial

The Potion Is A Poison // Zestial // Visage

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Canon Character Tags

Pinned Down Without A Crown [Vaggie]

Wrap Me In Plastic and Make Me Shine [Angel Dust]

Oh That Cement Is Just It's There For The Weight Dear [Henroin]

Blood Still Stains When The Sheets Are Washed [Niffty]

Snakebite Drags You Under [Sir Pentious]

Dancing On A Razor's Edge [Carmilla]

The Bestest Jester [Fizzarolli]

Christ On A Stick [Blitzø]

Of All The Imps In Hell It's For Her That I Fell [Millie]

Fins To The Left Fins To The Right And You're The Only Bait In Town [Chaz]

Heaven Help The Fool Who Falls In Love [Mama] - Tag for Moxxie's mother

Come Come Kitty Kitty [Emberlynn]

Money Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Rent You Paradise [Glitz]

Catch Some Waves While Catchin' Some D [Verosika]

Burn It To The Wick [Vortex]

He's An Outlaw Loose And Runnin' Came The Whisper From Each Lip and He's Here To Do Some Business with the Big Iron On His Hip [Striker]

Stupid Slutty Moth Pimp [Val]

Why Am I In Your Mass Text? [Velvette]

You Could Be The King But Watch The Queen Conquer [Zeezi]

Don't Bring Around A Cloud To Rain On My Parade! [Rosie]

When You're Good To Mama Mama's Good To You [Mimzy]

You Can Be So Cruel And That's All You've Ever Done [Stella]

Look How They Shine For You [Stolas]

As The Stars Start To Align I Hope You Take It As A Sign [Octavia]

Just Like Fire Burning Up The Way [Vassago]

Everything Everything Everything You Touch Turns To Gold [Paimon]

Got A Touch Like A Thorn 'Cause The Girl She's Hiding Horns [Lilith]

Mess With The Horns And You Get The Devil [Satan]

Bring Your Own Fork Girl You Know I Don't Provide It [Bee-lzebub]

CENT-ipede [Mammon]

I'll Climb To The Top of Mount Rock and Be Part of That Heavenly Scene [Adam]

Que Sera Seraphim [Sera]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

AU Tags and AU Muse Tags (& Partner-Specific Tags)

In The Twilight Glow I See Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain [René] (@adeerandhisshadow's René)

On The TV Yeah You'll See I'll Show You I'll Own You ((Bluescreen-Verse)) - AU involving Vox and René

I'm Headed Straight For The Castle They're Gonna Make Me Their Queen [Stella - gethellbcnt]

Feel Like A Hot Pink Bitch Named Breakfast [Emberlynn - infernal feminae]

The HBIC The Hottest Dog Fresh Off The Grill [Bee-lzebub - queenbeeibee]

Puttin' On The Ritz [Leslie] - Posts with @ritzy-cervidae's Leslie

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Ship Tags (Partner-Specific)

Froggy Little Flips {Fizz x Ozzie} - @e-m-p-error's Fizz and my Ozzie

Circuit Breaker {Vox x Val} - @e-m-p-error's Valentino and my Vox

Offer Me All The Stars Above Me {Lucifer x Paimon} @e-m-p-error's Paimon and my Lucifer

In Your Holy Water That Burns My Bastard Mind {Lucifer x Adam} - @e-m-p-error's Adam and my Lucifer

Does She Know That Her Destiny Lies With Me {Charlie x Vaggie} [Pending]

You'll See Me On The Blue Screen {René x Vox} @adeerandhisshadow's René and my Vox

A Million Feathers Falling Down A Million Stars That Touch The Ground {Andre x Stolas} @stolsas 's Stolas and my Andrealphus

Come Gimme Some Of That Yum Like A Lollipop {Loona x Bee} @e-m-p-error's Bee and my Loona

You The Main Attraction Lights Camera Action {Travis x Angel} @e-m-p-error's Angel Dust and my Travis

Black And White Come Out Alright In Technicolour {Alastor x Vox} [Pending]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Ship Tags (General) [Typically used on Art Reblogs]

Crooked Hearts [Fizzmodeus]

StaticMoth [VoxVal]

Little Moth Please Take Your Time [Chaggie]

Signal Interference [VoxAl]

SnowyOwl [Andrealphus/Stolas]

Original Sinners [LiliFer]

The Fallen Star and The Leading Man [LuciAdam]

You Look Like Gold To Me [PaiCifer]

HoneyMoon [LoonaBee]

All I Want All I Want All I Want Is Everything [Mammon x Stella]

Poison Tipped Daggers [Zestilla]

This Girl Has Stolen My Heart With Her Broken Halo [GuitarSpear]

Your Love Is Better Than Cocaine [AngelTrav]

I've Got You Under My Skin [RadioApple]

In A Champagne Supernova In The Sky [Stolitz]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

[gctchell]

🐞🍓🐈‍⬛🩸

She's home. :') feat. cat dad standee by @frenchiefieart

[gctchell]

!!!!

@gctchell Happy Birthday to Alastor’s little bugaboo :p

[von-eldritch]

//This is the most productive high I’ve ever had (one of two)

It’s also the longest high I’ve ever had, might’ve had too much whoops haha

@fizzarolli @hazbinxdisaster @hellishlyclean @hannah-the-small

[in-toxi-cant]

🕸 -♡- 🕷⋄{𝓣𝓪𝓰 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮}⋄🕷 -♡- 🕸

💗{𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔}💗

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Ooc Post}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Ooc Reblog}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Ooc Notes Transition--}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Rp Blog}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Blog Promo}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Self Promo}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Promo Boost}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Dash Games}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Dash Commentary}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Inbox Commentary}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Chat Commentary}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Answered Asks}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Memes}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA 🎔 Risqué Memes}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA 🎔 N⋆S⋆F⋆W Memes}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{As they say; Sex sells 🎔 N⋆S⋆F⋆W}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA 🎔 N⋆S⋆F⋆W Adjacent}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Body Musings}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Likes}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA 🎔 Desires}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Musings}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Headcanons}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Aesthetics}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Style}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Food & Drinks}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Keep on dancing! Put your hands up! 🎔 Music}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Visage}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Saved Posts}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Crack Posts}⋄🕷-♡-🕸 🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Open Starter}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

💗{𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐}💗

🕷⋄{ic}⋄🕷 🕷⋄{rp}⋄🕷 🕷⋄{cross over}⋄🕷

💗{𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔}💗

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{The scars on my mind are on replay ⋄ Default/Main Verse}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{The angel on my right no I never listened; The voice in my left ear made the decisions ⋄ Human AU}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

💗{𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔}💗

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Local Strawberry Pimp ⋄ Alastor}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Honeycrisp Hellraiser ⋄ Lucifer}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Lil Miss Sunshine ⋄ Charlie}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA ⋄ Vaggie}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA ⋄ Niffty}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Whiskey Whiskers ⋄ Husk}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Baby Nuggs ⋄ Fat Nuggets}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Badass Bestie ⋄ Cherri Bomb}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA ⋄ Sir Pentious}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{He’s the Poison in My Veins ⋄ Valentino}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Mr.Electrostatic Airwave Personality ⋄ Vox}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA ⋄ Arrakniss}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{TBA ⋄ Molly}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

💗{𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐}💗

[TBA]

💗{𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔}💗

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Sin and Tonic ❥ HuskerDust}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{His voice; it speaks to me through the radio ❥ RadioDust}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

🕸-♡-🕷⋄{He's toxic but I drink his poison like water ❥ ValAngel}⋄🕷-♡-🕸

[hazbinned]

Angel had bounced on his heels, excitement pulsing through his veins. He flashed a huge, toothy grin back at Pentious— and waited.

The first one into the room was Charlie. Everyone else was close by, but she was at the head of them, and skidded to a halt when she laid her red eyes upon Pentious and Emily. That caused everyone behind her to stop, too.

There were maybe one or two seconds of processing, and then Charlie, and the rest of the gang, erupted into squeals of delight and swarmed Pentious with affection and enthusiastic chatter.

Angel Dust rushed back over with them, and inserted himself into the hug again. He even pulled Emily in, too. Why not, right? The more, the merrier!

"Oh my STARS! PENTIOUS! Emily! HI!" Charlie exclaimed, squeezing Pentious tight. Her eyes were a waterfall, but a glad one. "I'm so glad you're okay! We all missed you so much!"

"Hey, Snake-Man!" Husk laughed-- he wasn't crying as much as the rest of them, but he did sound genuinely happy. Maybe even the happiest Pentious had ever seen him.

Charlie tried to dry her tears, buzzing with the thrill of it all. Not only was her dear friend alive and well, but that meant... that meant sinners COULD get into Heaven! She was right, and her plan had worked!

Sir Pentious, her star student, had graduated with honors!

When Pentious pulled them all in for a second hug, she beamed at him, and held him tight, eyes sparkling.

"This- This is AMAZING! Do you know what this means for us?" Charlie gushed. If it wasn't such an emotional reunion, she would have sprinted laps around the room, screaming. "I'm so PROUD of you! You'll have to tell us everything!"

~

Alastor had hurried down the stairs with everyone else. Collectively, the herd was hushed and fleet of foot, nobody quite knowing what to think or what they were about to see. What was it that Angel had said-- that Pentious was back? Was the spider serious, or was this another one of his pranks? It would be tasteless if so, but Angel had pulled off similar stunts in the past.

Alastor kept to at the back of the group, though his shoes hit the base of the stairs not long after Niffty's. They kept going. Alastor fell further and further behind, suddenly short of breath and weak in the knees.

They didn't notice him.

That was what he wanted.

While Charlie, Niffty, Vaggie, and Husk emerged into the lounge with joyous cries, Alastor approached the scene slowly and with caution, apprehension weighing his every step. He did not know why.

He did not want to think about why.

He stopped just outside the room, with the wall as his barrier, and peered with all the timidity of a newly born fawn at that far-away visage of an angelic white serpent, held in a tight embrace by his friends.

Sir Pentious. Reborn in prettier colors, and clothed in the strangest, most tasteless garb Alastor had ever laid eyes upon. But still, undoubtedly, Pentious.

Alastor stepped back and reeled, feeling lightheaded and sick.

Was he dreaming, or having a nightmare? His heart ached more than it had when he'd thought Pentious was dead; Pentious was supposed to be dead. Gone, for good. Alastor could circle forever around how this meant that redemption was possible and would eventually take everyone else he knew with it, but that train of thought would strike him later, when he was more level-headed.

Right now, all that the Radio Demon could do was grieve, for some unknown, selfish reason.

He stumbled backward and pressed his shoulders up against the wall, red-tipped fingers finding their way into his hair. Alastor seldom cried, and when he did, it was due to the leash around his neck— ever a humbling experience. He would be mortified if anyone found out, but at least crying over his mistreatment at the hands of someone more powerful was justified.

He could not justify crying over any person, however; minus, perhaps, his mother.

... Sir Pentious, that nitwit of a Victorian who had once thought he could challenge Alastor in battle, was not his mother.

It was for that reason that he felt incredibly weak, and incredibly wrong.

Harrowingly, he could not always control how he reacted to things. Alastor had wept in private the day he'd noticed the memorial in the lobby of the new hotel. He'd felt like a part of him had died that night, taking with it the ecstatic joy and desire to dance that he'd so often felt when in the snake's presence, and leaving in its wake a hollow hole where not even moss would want to grow. He'd thought himself feverish, still neurotic from his injury.

Now he knew that wasn't the case.

It was the burning sensation in his eyes that drew Alastor back to the present, and held him responsible for the tears that were streaming down his face. It was almost accusatory. He dug his nails in deeper and pulled at his hair and forced himself to smile wider, but it didn't help.

The Radio Demon-- if that's what he still was-- could not win this battle. He pressed himself closer to the wall, clasped his hands to his mouth, and slid to the floor, trembling all over. A pitiful whimper slid through his teeth, mangled and hated.

It was followed by more.

Everyone was celebrating, and Alastor sat alone and cried, feeling ever so wrong and utterly foolish for it.

~

"... Alastor?" Husk remarked, raising an eyebrow at Pentious. He hadn't realized, but Alastor wasn't here. Not that he'd ever expected the Radio Demon of all people to join in on a Pentious-centered group hug, or even particularly wanted him to be here... but it was strange, all the same. "That's odd... He was just with us."

"Alastor...?" Emily asked. That was a name Charlie hadn't mentioned before.

"He was on the stairs with us before you got here," Angel chimed in, patting Pentious' arm to reassure him. "So, don't worry, he ain't dead. We did think he was a goner for a while, though."

Then, as if on cue, the Radio Demon strolled into the room.

He held his microphone in a tight grip, and wore the pointiest, most unreadable smile known to man. His red eyes were lidded and narrowed, his ears were pushed forward, and his movements were stilted, even as some of the group noticed him and waved him over to join them.

Ignoring them completely, Alastor came to a halt a few feet in front of Pentious. He held himself at a distance, and looked his old friend up and down, radio static buzzing thick around him.

"You made it!" was all that he said, almost like he'd predicted it-- and instead of embracing Pentious like the rest of them had, he extended an arm toward him, expectant of a handshake.

He worried that his face was still damp.

"...'Backstreet Boys'," he read the shirt aloud. "Fascinating! Is that your new gang?"

"O-oh, you really think so?" Pentious asked, coyly running his hands through his new, blond locks. "It was quite the adjustment, I got so used to my gothic ssscales... But I'm glad you like it!"

He chuckled alongside Emily, giving her the kind of glance to ask whether they should reveal the truth about their outfits to Angel now or later. Perhaps it would be the wisest to wait until Niffty realised they were friends rather than foes.

"Oh, of course dear! I'm sure we'll be roommates again in no-"

But he couldn't finish the thought before Angel jumped aside and called out for the rest of their friends. A bolt of warmth spread through his chest as the mismatched group of souls slowly descended the main staircase, first appearing a bit irritated at the sudden yelling, but then just as shocked as Angel had been a moment earlier.

The next few seconds felt slow and impossibly fast at the same time. A blur of running, screaming, laughing, crying. The group was so closely knit together that Pentious couldn't even tell who was hugging him first. Maybe it was all of them at once!

"The BAD BOY is back!" came a voice literally climbing up his tail. "Niffty, my dear!" Pentious answered its owner, scooping their tiny housekeeper into his arms. A slight "Vaggie, oh, how good to see you, us angels got to keep together, huh?" Pentious cheerfully chuckled, elbowing his friend on the other side as his arm was clutched on the other.

A kiss was placed on the hand on his shoulder, belonging to the Princess who had singlehandedly made his redemption possible. "Charlie, Your Highness, I am of e-eternal gratefulness!" the snake sobbed. "Husker, looking swell!" He couldn't believe it! To be here again, with everyone he held dear. Emily, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husker, Niffty...

"I love what you've done with the place! Everything looks great, you look great! Let's hug again!" he laughed, trying to fit everyone into his arms at once.

But as lovely as the group embrace felt, he realised that something seemed to be missing. Someone.

"Oh!" he gasped, "Is Alastor here, somewhere? Is he okay? I recall he went missing, is he...?"

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